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Come Thou

 1	   COME THOU 

  	    Come, in the minstrel's lay;
 3	      When two hearts meet,
  	      And true hearts greet,
  	    And all  is morn and May. 

 6	    Come Thou! and now, anew,
  	      To thought and deed
  	      Give sober speed,
 9	    Thy will to know, and do. 

  	    Stay! till the storms are o'er — 
  	      The cold blasts done,
12	      The reign of heaven begun,
  	    And Love, the evermore. 

  	    Be patient, waiting heart:
15	      Light, Love divine
  	      Is here, and thine;
  	    You therefore cannot part. 

18	    "The seasons come and go:
  	      Love, like the sea,
  	      Rolls on with thee, — 
21	    But knows no ebb and flow. 
 
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 1	    "Faith, hope, and tears, triune,
  	      Above the sod
 3	      Find peace in God,
  	    And one eternal noon." 

  	    Oh, Thou hast heard my prayer;
 6	      And I am blest! 
  	      This is Thy high behest:
  	    Thou, here and everywhere. 

Departed Mother and Husband, Meeting of My

 9	MEETING OF MY DEPARTED MOTHER AND HUSBAND 

  	"Joy for thee, happy friend! thy bark is past
  	The dangerous sea, and safely moored at last — 
12	                         Beyond rough foam. 
  	Soft gales celestial, in sweet music bore — 
  	Spirit emancipate for this far shore — 
15	                        Thee to thy home. 

  	"You've travelled long, and far from mortal joys,
  	To Soul's diviner sense, that spurns such toys,
18	                        Brave wrestler, lone. 
  	Now see thy ever-self; Life never fled;
  	Man is not mortal, never of the dead:
21	                        The dark unknown. 

  	"When hope soared high, and joy was eagle-plumed,
  	Thy pinions drooped; the flesh was weak, and doomed
24	                        To pass away. 
  	But faith triumphant round thy death-couch shed
  	Majestic forms; and radiant glory sped
27	                        The dawning day. 
 
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 1	"Intensely grand and glorious life's sphere, — 
  	Beyond the shadow, infinite appear
 3	                        Life, Love divine, — 
  	Where mortal yearnings come not, sighs are stilled,
  	And home and peace and hearts are found and filled,
 6	                        Thine, ever thine. 

  	"Bearest thou no tidings from our loved on earth,
  	The toiler tireless for Truth's new birth
 9	                        All-unbeguiled? 
  	Our joy is gathered from her parting sigh:
  	This hour looks on her heart with pitying eye, — 
12	                        What of my child?" 

  	"When, severed by death's dream, I woke to Life,
  	She deemed I died, and could not know the strife
15	                        At first to fill
  	That waking with a love that steady turns
  	To God; a hope that ever upward yearns,
18	                        Bowed to His will. 

  	"Years had passed o'er thy broken household band,
  	When angels beckoned me to this bright land,
21	                        With thee to meet. 
  	She that has wept o'er thee, kissed my cold brow,
  	Rears the sad marble to our memory now,
24	                        In lone retreat. 

  	"By the remembrance of her loyal life,
  	And parting prayer, I only know my wife,
27	                        Thy child, shall come — 
  	Where farewells cloud not o'er our ransomed rest — 
  	Hither to reap, with all the crowned and blest,
30	                        Of bliss the sum.   

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1	"When Love's rapt sense the heart-strings gently sweep,
  	With joy divinely fair, the high and deep,
 3	                        To call her home,
  	She shall mount upward unto purer skies;
  	We shall be waiting, in what glad surprise,
 6	                        Our spirits' own!" 

Love

LOVE 

  	    Brood o'er us with Thy shelt'ring wing,
 9	      'Neath which our spirits blend
  	    Like brother birds, that soar and sing,
  	      And  on the same branch bend. 
12	    The arrow that doth wound the dove
  	    Darts not from those who watch and love. 

  	    If thou the bending reed wouldst break
15	      By thought or word unkind,
  	    Pray that his spirit you partake,
  	      Who loved and healed mankind:
18	    Seek holy thoughts and heavenly strain,
  	    That make men one in love remain. 

  	    Learn, too, that wisdom's rod is given
21	      For faith to kiss, and know;
  	    That greetings glorious from high heaven,
  	      Whence joys supernal flow,
24	    Come from that Love, divinely near,
  	    Which chastens pride and earth-born fear,
 
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 1	    Through God, who gave that word of might
  	      Which swelled creation's lay:
 3	    "Let there be light, and there was light." 
  	      What chased the clouds away? 
  	    'T was Love whose finger traced aloud
 6	    A bow of promise on the cloud. 

  	    Thou to whose power our hope we give,
  	      Free us from human strife. 
 9	    Fed by Thy love divine we live,
  	      For Love alone is Life;
  	    And life most sweet, as heart to heart
12	    Speaks kindly when we meet and part. 

Woman's Rights

WOMAN'S RIGHTS 

  	    Grave on her monumental pile:
15	    She won from vice, by virtue's smile,
  	    Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,
  	    Affection's wreath, a happy home;

18	     The right to worship deep and pure,
  	    To bless the orphan, feed the poor;
  	    Last at the cross to mourn her Lord,
21	    First at the tomb to hear his word:

  	    To fold an angel's wings below;
  	    And hover o'er the couch of woe;
24	    To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,
  	    The right to sit at Jesus' feet;
 
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 1	    To form the bud for bursting bloom,
  	    The hoary head with joy to crown;
 3	    In short, the right to work and pray,
  	    "To point to heaven and lead the way." 

Prayer, The Mother's Evening

THE MOTHER'S EVENING PRAYER 

 6	O gentle presence, peace and joy and power;
  	    O Life divine, that owns each waiting hour,
  	Thou Love that guards the nestling's faltering flight! 
 9	    Keep Thou my child on  upward wing to-night. 

  	Love is our refuge; only with mine eye
  	    Can I behold the snare, the pit, the fall:
12	His habitation high is here, and nigh,
  	    His arm encircles me, and mine, and all. 

  	O make me glad for every scalding tear,
15	    For hope deferred, ingratitude, disdain! 
  	Wait, and love more for every hate, and fear
  	    No ill, — since God is good, and loss is gain. 

18	Beneath the shadow of His mighty wing;
  	    In that sweet secret of the narrow way,
  	Seeking and finding, with the angels sing:
21	    "Lo, I am with you alway," — watch and pray. 

  	No snare, no fowler, pestilence or pain;
  	    No night drops down upon the troubled breast,
24	When heaven's aftersmile earth's tear-drops gain,
  	    And mother finds her home and heavenly rest. 

June

 1	  JUNE 

  	    Whence are thy wooings, gentle June? 
 3	      Thou hast a Naiad's charm;
  	    Thy breezes scent the rose's breath;
  	       Old Time gives thee her palm. 
 6	    The lark's shrill song doth wake the dawn:
  	      The eve-bird's forest flute
  	    Gives back some maiden melody,
 9	      Too pure for aught so mute. 

  	    The fairy-peopled world of flowers,
  	      Enraptured by thy spell,
12	    Looks love unto the laughing hours,
  	      Through woodland, grove, and dell;
  	    And soft thy footstep falls upon
15	      The verdant grass it weaves;
  	    To melting murmurs ye have stirred
  	      The timid, trembling leaves. 

18	    When sunshine beautifies the shower,
  	      As smiles through teardrops seen,
  	    Ask of its June, the long-hushed heart,
21	      What hath the record been? 
  	    And thou wilt find that harmonies,
  	      In which the Soul hath part,
24	    Ne'er perish young, like things of earth,
  	      In records of the heart. 

Wish and Item

 1	 WISH AND ITEM 

  	     Written to the Editor of the Item, Lynn, Mass. 

 3	    I hope the heart that's hungry
  	      For things above the floor,
   	    Will find within its portals
 6	      An item rich in store;

  	    That melancholy mortals
  	      Will count their mercies o'er,
 9	    And learn that Truth and wisdom
  	      Have many items more;

  	    That when a wrong is done us,
12	      It stirs no thought of strife;
  	    And Love becomes the substance,
  	      As item, of our life;

15	    That every ragged urchin,
  	      With bare feet soiled or sore,
  	    Share God's most tender mercies, — 
18	      Find items at our door. 

  	    Then if we've done to others
  	      Some good ne'er told before,
21	    When angels shall repeat it,
  	      'T will be an item more. 

Oak on the Mountain's Summit, The

 1	THE OAK ON THE MOUNTAIN'S SUMMIT 

  	Oh, mountain monarch, at whose feet I stand, — 
 3	Clouds to adorn thy brow, skies clasp thy hand, — 
  	Nature divine, in harmony profound,
  	With peaceful presence hath begirt thee round. 

  6	And thou, majestic oak, from yon high place
  	Guard'st thou the earth, asleep in night's embrace, — 
  	And from thy lofty summit, pouring down
 9	Thy sheltering shade, her noonday glories crown? 

  	Whate'er thy mission, mountain sentinel,
  	To my lone heart thou art a power and spell;
12	A lesson grave, of life, that teacheth me
  	To love the Hebrew figure of a tree. 

  	Faithful and patient be my life as thine;
15	As strong to wrestle with the storms of time;
  	As deeply rooted in a soil of love;
  	As grandly rising to the heavens above. 

Wight, Isle of

18	  ISLE OF WIGHT 

  	   Written on receiving a painting of the Isle 

  	    Isle of beauty, thou art singing
21	      To my sense a sweet refrain;
  	     To my busy mem'ry bringing
  	      Scenes that I would see again. 
 
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 1	    Chief, the charm of thy reflecting,
  	      Is the moral that it brings;
 3	    Nature, with the mind connecting,
  	      Gives the artist's fancy wings. 

  	    Soul, sublime 'mid human debris,
 6	      Paints the limner's work, I ween,
  	    Art and Science, all unweary,
  	      Lighting up this mortal dream. 

 9	    Work ill-done within the misty
  	      Mine of human thoughts, we see
  	    Soon abandoned when the Master
12	      Crowns life's Cliff for such as we. 

  	    Students wise, he maketh now thus
  	      Those who fish in waters deep,
15	    When the buried Master hails us
  	      From the shores afar, complete. 

  	    Art hath bathed this isthmus-lordling
18	      In a beauty strong and meek
  	    As the rock, whose upward tending
  	      Points the plane of power to seek. 

21	    Isle of beauty, thou art teaching
  	      Lessons long and grand, to-night,
  	    To my heart that would be bleaching
24	      To thy whiteness, Cliff of Wight. 

Hope

 1	HOPE 

  	'T is borne on the zephyr at eventide's hour;
 3	It falls on the heart like the dew on the flower, — 
  	An infinite essence from tropic to pole,
  	The promise, the home, and the heaven of Soul. 

  6	Hope happifies life, at the altar or bower,
  	And loosens the fetters of pride and of power;
  	It comes through our tears, as the soft summer rain,
 9	To beautify, bless, and make joyful again. 

  	The harp of the minstrel, the treasure of time;
  	A rainbow of rapture, o'erarching, divine;
12	The God-given mandate that speaks from above, — 
  	No place for earth's idols, but hope thou, and love. 

Rondelet

  	                        RONDELET 

15	                  "The flowers of June
  	    The gates of memory unbar:
  	              The flowers of June
18	    Such old-time harmonies retune,
  	    I fain would keep the gates ajar, — 
  	    So full of sweet enchantment are
21	              The flowers of June." 
  	                                         JAMES T. WHITE 

To Mr. James T. White

 1	     TO MR. JAMES T. WHITE 

  	    Who loves not June
 3	    Is out of tune
  	    With love and God;
  	    The rose  his rival reigns,
 6	    The stars reject his pains,
  	    His home the clod! 

  	    And yet I trow,
 9	    When sweet rondeau
  	    Doth play a part,
  	    The curtain drops on June;
12	    Veiled is the modest moon — 
  	    Hushed is the heart. 

Autumn

  	AUTUMN 

15	Written in childhood, in a maple grove 

  	    Quickly earth's jewels disappear;
  	      The turf, whereon I tread,
18	    Ere autumn blanch another year,
  	       May rest above my head. 

  	    Touched by the finger of decay
21	      Is every earthly love;
  	    For joy, to shun my weary way,
  	      Is registered above. 

24	    The languid brooklets yield their sighs,
  	      A requiem o'er the tomb
  	    Of sunny days and cloudless skies,
27	      Enhancing autumn's gloom. 
 
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 1	    The wild winds mutter, howl, and moan,
  	      To scare my woodland walk,
 3	    And frightened fancy flees, to roam
  	      Where ghosts and goblins stalk. 

  	    The cricket's sharp, discordant scream
 6	      Fills mortal sense with dread;
  	    More sorrowful it scarce could seem;
  	      It voices beauty fled. 

 9	    Yet here, upon this faded sod, — 
  	      O happy hours and fleet, — 
  	    When songsters' matin hymns to God
12	      Are poured in strains so sweet,

  	    My heart unbidden joins rehearse;
  	      I hope it's better made,
15	    When mingling with the universe,
  	      Beneath the maple's shade. 

Christ My Refuge

  	                      CHRIST MY REFUGE 

18	    O'er waiting harpstrings of the mind
  	         There sweeps a strain,
  	    Low, sad, and sweet, whose measures bind
21	        The power of pain,

  	    And wake a white-winged angel throng
  	        Of thoughts, illumed
24	    By faith, and breathed in raptured song,
  	        With love perfumed. 
 
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1	    Then His unveiled, sweet mercies show
  	        Life's burdens light. 
 3	    I kiss the cross, and wake to know
  	        A world more bright. 

  	    And o'er earth's troubled, angry sea
 6	        I see Christ walk,
  	    And come to me, and tenderly,
  	        Divinely talk. 

 9	    Thus Truth engrounds me on the rock,
  	        Upon Life's shore,
  	    'Gainst which the winds and waves can shock,
12	        Oh, nevermore! 

  	    From tired joy and grief afar,
  	        And nearer Thee, — 
15	    Father, where Thine own children are,
  	        I love to be. 

  	    My prayer, some daily good to do
18	        To Thine, for Thee;
  	    An offering pure of Love, whereto
  	        God leadeth me. 

"Feed My Sheep"

21	  "FEED MY SHEEP" 

  	    Shepherd, show me how to go
  	      O'er the hillside steep,
24	    How to gather, how to sow, — 
  	       How to feed Thy sheep;
 
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 1	    I will listen for Thy voice,
  	      Lest my footsteps stray;
 3	    I will follow and rejoice
  	      All the rugged way. 

  	    Thou wilt bind the stubborn will,
 6	      Wound the callous breast,
  	    Make self-righteousness be still,
  	      Break earth's stupid rest. 
 9	    Strangers on a barren shore,
  	      Lab'ring long and lone,
  	    We would enter by the door,
12	      And Thou know'st Thine own;

  	    So, when day grows dark and cold,
  	      Tear or triumph harms,
15	    Lead Thy lambkins to the fold,
  	      Take them in Thine arms;
  	    Feed the hungry, heal the heart,
18	      Till the morning's beam;
  	    White as wool, ere they depart,
  	      Shepherd, wash them clean. 

Hymn, Communion

21	                         COMMUNION HYMN 

  	Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound? 
  	Felt ye the power of  the Word? 
24	'T was the Truth that made us free,
  	And was found by you and me
  	In the life and the love of our Lord. 
 
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 1	Mourner, it calls you, — "Come to my bosom,
  	Love wipes your tears all away,
 3	And will lift the shade of gloom,
  	And for you make radiant room
  	Midst the glories of one endless day." 

 6	Sinner, it calls you, — "Come to this fountain,
  	Cleanse the foul senses within;
  	'T is the Spirit that makes pure,
 9	That exalts thee, and will cure
  	All thy sorrow and sickness and sin." 

  	Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,
12	Life of all being divine:
  	Thou the Christ, and not the creed;
  	Thou the Truth in thought and deed;
15	Thou the water, the bread, and the wine. 

Laus Deo!

LAUS DEO! 

  	Written on laying the corner-stone of The Mother Church 

18	    Laus Deo, it is done! 
  	    Rolled away from loving heart
  	          Is  a stone. 
21	    Lifted higher, we depart,
  	          Having one. 

  	    Laus Deo, — on this rock
24	    (Heaven chiselled squarely good)
  	          Stands His church, — 
  	    God is Love, and understood
27	          By His flock. 
 

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 1	    Laus Deo, night star-lit
  	    Slumbers not in God's embrace;
 3	          Be awake;
  	    Like this stone, be in thy place:
  	          Stand, not sit. 

 6	    Grave, silent, steadfast stone,
  	    Dirge and song and shoutings low
  	          In thy heart
 9	    Dwell serene, — and sorrow? No,
  	          It has none,
  	          Laus Deo! 

Children, A Verse for the Little

12	                                 A VERSE 

  	    Mother's New Year Gift to the Little Children 

  	    Father-Mother God,
15	        Loving me, — 
  	    Guard me when I sleep;
  	    Guide my little feet
18	        Up to Thee. 

Children, A Verse for the Big

  	            To the Big Children 

  	    Father-Mother good, lovingly
21	        Thee I seek, — 
  	        Patient, meek,
  	    In the way Thou hast, — 
24	    Be it slow or fast,
  	        Up to Thee.